Pretty much describes how I feel right now :/ 

That awkward moment when you realize you’re only making a blog to vent about things no one in the world wants to read about. It’s so trivial and immature, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t satisfy some part of the conscience and unconscience mind. I don’t expect anyone to to read these posts because I created this account souly to avoid posting my bullshit all over facebook for people I know to see. I could care less id random strangers around the world read about my problems and inner thought/ frustrations. This site is simply a venting mechinism for me. It makes sense to me to have all of the annoying frustrations of life thrown into an empty void (while still getting all the steam out) than to have your loved ones listen to your moaning and groaning about something easily remidied by simply prioritizing and focusing. Great friends that will listen are hard to find (not that I don’t have any), but I would rather not bring them down with me when I’m feeling low.

I might also post my sketches/ drawings and other art on here as well. I’ll set up a link to my DeviantArt acount as well…

There is usually at least a small silver lining to every situation.